Love Yourself a Fire - Dan Bull, Bonecage

You have to love yourself a fire

You have to love yourself a fire

You have to love yourself a fire

The dusty west is wild

And nothing much will sate your lust

Or quell desire

My name is arthur morgan

My aim: to stay as far from lawman

As I can and if I can

I might just try to cause them torment

Then after our performance

Fill the glass and start the pouring

No bartering, we’d rather start the brawling

Piling all in

Call us, Javi, Bill, Dutch, the Marstons

Mastering the form of lawlessness

We’re all accustommed to

It’s part of our calling

Probably causing our falling down too

But now it’s awesome

The stories are all true

We blew them out of proportion

You have to love yourself a fire

You have to love yourself a fire

You have to love yourself a fire

Dan bull, I’m the punslinger for hire

But I need a legion quick

What good’s a hook without the choir

I found a friend whose name is «gun»

A holy man whose fee is blood

A rotten root is born to run

A tumbleweed keeps rolling

As it burns

I picked a plot to make my stand

The devils deals with the hardened man

Hell’s hot but I love the band

From the mountain hill

Down to the mouth of where the river lies

At its basin, this place

Ain’t no such thing as civilized

It’s like you chew tobacco

Your mouth is full of bitter lies

And if there’s any kids about

Then cover up their little eyes

I strongly suggest it

Unless you want a big surprise

Don’t want to see what’s left

Of who we’re about to victimise

That isn’t the Dutch, I know

Grabbing the blunderbuss and blow

I can tussle loads of tortoises alone

Rucking raccoons, coyotes and crows

'Cause when buffalo, buffalo, buffalo, buffalo, buffalo

That’s a fuckload of buffaloed buffalo

But for love and money I am tougher though

Have you seen me chuck a rope

Across a raging steer

Even with no mirror

They are closer up than they appear

Pick up your boots and and braces

Buckle up and do your laces

Fill up your canteen

Don’t give a damn what it could be laced with

This bloody place is lovely

Spacious, wide and light and airy

Before we dine in hell

Tonight we ride the prairie

You have to love yourself a fire

You have to love yourself a fire

Far from someone you can trust, devout and pious

Crooked liar, look out behind

Because I’m just about to fire

I found a friend whose name is «gun»

A holy man whose fee is blood

A rotten root is born to run

A tumbleweed keeps rolling

As it burns

I picked a plot to make my stand

The devils deals with the hardened man

Hell’s hot but I love the band

This track’s for those

Who want to go back to wild west

No piles of debt

No tax, no IRS

This track’s for those

Who want to go back to the manly alpha

No civil rights, no anaesthetic

No family welfare

This track’s for those

Who want to prove their masculinity

Without having the need

To even leave their swivel seat

This track’s for those

Who want to make America great

Whether again or for the first time

They’re blazing up in every state

And once the fire’s started

Then the lionhearted men

Women and children who lie apart

Just might unite again

Look at the state of you

Look at the state of the union too

We’re waiting for a statement

What are you going to do?

Pick up your boots and and braces

Buckle up and do your laces

Fill up your canteen

Don’t give a damn what it could be laced with

This bloody place is lovely

Spacious, wide and light and airy

Before we dine in hell

Tonight we ride the prairie

You have to love yourself a fire

You have to love yourself a fire

Enemies are rising, I might just as well retire

Nah, light the brush they’re hiding in

And flush them out with fire

I found a friend whose name is «gun»

A holy man whose fee is blood

A rotten root is born to run

A tumbleweed keeps rolling

As it burns

I picked a plot to make my stand

The devils deals with the hardened man

Hell’s hot but I love the band